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Borders of salt, borders of sand Land of the seas, green land of mine Borders of salt, borders of sand Riddled with dreams, green land of ours Days of misfortune and days of doubt Are gone, gone with the tide And days of hope, to settle down Will come, wash out the blue It's all, it's all up to you Borders of salt, borders of sand Land of beliefs, in crosses and stones Borders of salt, borders of sand Of endless prayer thrown through the skies For better days and better hours We've got to lay ahead There for our sons, there for the land There for, for one and every man It's all, it's all up to you From Letras Mania